LETTER FROM A TREE

Artwork "Butterfly Tree" by Josephine Wall

      Once upon a time you have shown me, on the hill of your childhood, two trees, with two trunks and a single crown, so tightly embraced that not even you, who were a child on this hill, knew that they were two. Or maybe you didn’t know it, because one of them, the small one, began to grow when I was born and embraced the other one, and both of them waited for you to come back when you were not going to be alone anymore and to give them names, together with your beloved one, making them a symbol of eternal love.
        And now, at this summer’s dawn, I climbed into my tree wanting you to feel me closer like in the old times and I started to write on a leaf, a letter about our beautiful moments, about the spring when I hung on your tree’s branch a little coin, about how we were running among the ferns on that hill and about the evening sky, covered by the shadows of those trees, by the shadows of their crowns, by the shadows of our crowns.
         I didn’t write too much, because the tree I was sitting in, the small one, my tree, was trembling of sadness, and for being so sad, now, when all trees are green, it started to cry with faded leaves. I came down from it in order not to hurt it more and I left the leaf-letter in your tree.
        I didn’t just left it, but I asked a snail to take care about it. He promised me he would give it to you when you come, but to be able to recognize you, you should tell him the name I signed with, my name which is the name of love, and which only you know for you have given it to me. But if you don’t love me anymore, if you forgot that name, the snail will not recognize you and my letter will fall down together with the autumn’s leaves and will die at your feet, at my feet.
        Nothing of strange: among so many unwritten leaves, a written one will die as well. But next springtime my tree will not turn green again.

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